Part One: Strangers on a Train (or - In Flagrante Locomotis) ©1999 * * * It was like being a child again. Rayne Wylde leaned out of the sash window in the corridor of the Virgin Intercity train and sucked deeply on a cigarette, watching as the last trickle of early morning commuters hustled across the platform and into carriages, some wrestling with c...
Damon had just finished reading one of Steve's porn stories online. He loved reading domination/submission stories, and Steve was his favorite author. Damon was a naturally dominant top, and he had got so many hot jerk-off fantasies from Steve's stories that he decided to write him a fan letter. He composed a gushing email and attached a picture of himself j...
"What do you think of him," I asked, pointing to an older man with a combover. "He looks like he won't spit on our food." "Ugh, I hope not. He looks like the kind to talk about his grandkids to us for twenty minutes and then forget to take our order." "What about her?" Jason rolled his eyes at me. "She's wearing cat ears, Levi." "How about him," I gestur...
I was supposed to meet my mate, Craig, but he had to cry off at the last minute, so I was on my own when I hit the town. It was ok, but I didn't meet anyone I knew for once -- always the way, I suppose; if I'd had a bird and been trying to avoid everyone I'd have met them all. Anyway, I almost didn't go to a club, but I was bored, and didn't fancy an earl...
[This is a historical and somewhat fictional story. The basic story was told to me over several days by an old man I met in England through his son. I met the son, Nigel, on a scuba diving trip in the Mediterranean. We became close friends, and I accepted an invitation to visit him in England. The story involves sex between men. So the usual disclaimers and...
Moodily I stared out the train window. The day before Christmas Eve. On the platform of the Boston station, couples reunited, kissing and hugging. Mothers cried and clung to fresh boys in uniform as they headed off to basic training. The war had changed things; the place was somber and not decorated much for Christmas this year. The mood was grim and filled...
Micah lay in the bed of the motel room he'd rented and stared at the ceiling. It was time for him to get up and get ready to meet his cousin, but all he could do was remember the man, Simon, he met at the club two nights ago. The taste of him still tingled on Micah's tongue, as though he'd only fed from the man moments ago. He had never – never – tasted anyt...
"I just don't see what the big deal is," Harrison and Hunter said in unison. "The big deal is that you don't seem to have any girlfriends: either one of you. We want GRANDCHILDREN some day! I'd say 'settle down', but you don't even seem to take a casual interest in ANY girls!" their mother declared. "As a matter of fact, neither of you seems to have shown...
Ethan woke the next morning to a constant ache in his ass that radiated down to his toes. It was a reminder of his shame, but he could never tell Mary. They'd come home late after the party and he went straight to bed after taking a long hot shower to try and scrub the smell of Afton off his skin. The emotional journey of what just happened had been too much...
I opened my eyes. The night's sleep was leaving my body and I was returning to consciousness. With a contented sigh I pulled the covers up beneath my chin and turned on my side. A glance at the small clock on the nightstand told me it was 10 p.m. A good night's sleep without strange, incoherent dreams was a luxury I didn't get to enjoy very often. I hadn't f...